There was no real reason that Ara didn't get attached to many wolves - no deep-seated fear of abandonment or traumatic loss that had scarred her - but the wolves she grew close to were few and far between. She had always tended to be independent, finding little use for branching out and meeting too many wolves; she spent most of her energy on her studies rather than socializing. And years ago, she'd been completely wrapped up in in caring for her mate and her sons that she'd spent little energy on anything else.
But, despite all this, she was comforted by Athena's presence no matter how unfamiliar this all was. "Glad I'm not the one one," Ara offered a faint smile to her, giving her another sideways look as they walked together. It was comforting to have someone relate to her in a way, though she wasn't sure if Amalia's absence was comparable or not. And she wasn't going to ask outright if she was gone for good, or not. It'd been a long time since she'd seen her, but she didn't want to assume anything.
She mentioned her bracelets, and Ara tilted her head toward her again, her pace slowing. "Sometimes it's nice to have reminders of your past, though," she commented gently. It took her a long moment to recall if she knew who her father might be. Once it hit her, she fell silent, unsure what to say. Hadn't her father been Isardis? He had taken her father prisoner once, but had eventually let him go - the memory was very hazy to her. "Is it strange, sometimes, to know your family used to be so..." Hated? That wasn't the nicest word. She'd never had any issue with the Armada family, but she'd grown up in Seracia and she knew many wolves there had hated them with a deep passion. "Controversial?" It didn't matter much anymore, though, and she shrugged a bit. "I understand if you don't want to talk about that."
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